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MMM 122: One. Twenty two.

Long day of travel. Today is the first day of a forced rest week, so let’s hope that’s enough for me to recover from what I’m hoping is just a sprain or some bursitis. Anyhow, I’m feeling sore and not super-motivated right now, so I can’t summon much in the verbage department. So, pictures.

Shoulder is slightly better this morning, woke up on my left side not in awful pain. Not going to do any range of motion tests. It hurt a lot more the night before last, which is why I’m worried its a tear. It’s almost certainly either the rotator cuff or the upper bicep tendon.

I went to 7AM Mass and then out to eat by myself yesterday. I put Mom on a Megabus to Chicago on Saturday (my brother picked her up – Em’s psych team put Em back in the psych ward on Friday, and Mom wanted to visit with her and check up on her), so I had Mother’s Day to myself. One of the Italian restaurants in town just started opening for breakfast, and I stopped there. I was the first customer of the day and the only customer while I was there. I tipped my server about 40%, but I hope she got more biz, or she was gonna have a bad day.

So I went to Brooks Brothers on Saturday, I had on a Hawaiian shirt and cargos. Walked around the whole store twice and didn’t get a hit from the sales people. Understandable I guess, but I hope they are on commission, cause I walked 50 feet down the mall and spent $250 at Joseph A. Banks. They were kinda snooty, but at least I got some attention immediately when I walked through the door.

What did you buy Pups? I was noticing my shirt selection was looking a bit ragged this morning when I picked out something to wear. With warmer weather approaching I can bust into my short sleeve shirt category soon.

So I went to Brooks Brothers on Saturday, I had on a Hawaiian shirt and cargos. Walked around the whole store twice and didn’t get a hit from the sales people. Understandable I guess, but I hope they are on commission, cause I walked 50 feet down the mall and spent $250 at Joseph A. Banks. They were kinda snooty, but at least I got some attention immediately when I walked through the door.
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I’ve had this happen more than once at Hugo Boss because I look the way I do.

I went to Nordstrom’s instead, got the same stuff, and get this—they took my money even when I was wearing short and flip flops.

GASP!

Come to think of it I haven’t worn a suit in a very long time. That’s a good thing.

My loony mother put a tea bag in the Keurig and forgot to take it out. I’ve been trying to figure out for an hour why the fecking water keeps coming out brown when there’s no serving cup in it. The damn tea bag dropped way the fuck back into the machine and I couldn’t see it until I tipped the machine sideways, which I only did because it got to the point where I started to take it apart.

When I showed her the brown water, she was all, “That thing is brand new! Why is it like that?”

BECAUSE YOUR LOONY ASS KEEPS DROPPING SHIT IT IN IT AND NOT TAKING IT OUT!

Leaving money on the table. The mega liquor store not far from me is run by either Greeks or Caldeans. It would be easy to mistake them for Middle Easterners if it weren’t for the recommendations I got for booze.

If by middle easterners you mean Mexicans then yeah. Otherwise, not much.

There used to be a 7-11in Odessa that I Big Gulped at frequently in the 80’s that was run by Mustafa. I never axed Mustafa what nation he hailed from. I’m guessing either India or Pakistan. I’ve lost track of the old fellow though since I moved out in the stix.

Is Obama also the reason Ace’s site has been unsearchable for ten years, the ‘recent comments’ are not recent/ don’t work, all the old threads are subject to massive spam attacks, we can’t use html in comments anymore, we have to bury videos under a fold, the blogroll consists of the headstones of dead blogs, etc, etc?

Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by old, inadequate technology.

There’s a series of Cthulu-mythos stories written by an English author named Brian Lumley wherein he decides that what the genre really needs are pulp heroes. For several short novels they fight the shoggoths and various servitors of the Elder Gods and so forth, and at the climax of the tale they come face to face with Cthulu himself. The Elder God pays them an incredible compliment in threatening them both by name.

>> I’m kinda worried that shutting down Ace is Obama’s version of Night of the Long Knives

The actual problem is far less sinister. A RAID controller shit the bed and Pixy is rebuilding another server while looking to see if he has any good backups (which he says he does but we may lose the last 3 weeks of data).

Tushar, it is not stubbornness, exactly. An imminent calamity, or sudden life-altering schism, is a required element in Ace’s decision-making process.

Today’s total failure of the old platform might be good enough. We don’t know. If I were him I would sure hate to lose several weeks of my work like this. And, of course, there’s Andy and John standing off to the side saying, “I told you so.”

Guy in Spain emailed me a quote request in Spanish. Weird, I can read it perfectly but can’t construct my own reply in Spanish. I replied in English. Just have to hope he can read me like I can read him.

Raised bed constructed, filled, three blueberry bushes planted. And some irises that Carin gave me like two years ago that I never had found a home for until now. Fig tree repotted, and my truck bed emptied of the compost I’ve been chauffering around for days.

North Carolina congressional candidate Keith Crisco, a Democrat who ran for Congress against former “American Idol” star Clay Aiken, was found dead at his home Monday, his company and campaign confirmed to Post Politics Monday afternoon.

Asheboro Elastics Corp., the company Crisco co-founded, confirmed that he died on Monday. The Asheboro Courier-Tribune, which first reported the news, said details about Crisco’s death were incomplete but that early information was that he suffered injuries from a fall. An employee at Crisco’s company also said he suffered a fall, as did Crisco’s campaign.

Yeah Leon, it can get complicated. Like when those negro athletes from France were winning some kind of Olympic shit and the announcer called them French African-Americans. Cause she was pinned into a corner by PC language strictures.

So, Rubio says that man’s effect on the climate has been overstated and the US tanking our economy over it isn’t going to help and people freak out?
I swear, we have the dumbest people in the world populating this country!

1. The brand new Keurig machine (2 weeks old) would only kick out brown water today. I must have run four gallons of water through it. There was no used coffee package in it, and I could NOT figure out what was up. I must have asked my mother 30 times if she knew why the water was coming out brown, and I got an answer in the negatory every time. Well, I got to the point where I almost started to take the thing apart, and I found a tea bag lodged way down in the cartridge area, at which time she fessed up. GRRRRR. If I’d known what was up, I could have saved four hours of irritation.

2. I was making dinner, and she came in to the kitchen ostensibly to see what I was doing. However, I believe the real reason was to float fucking air biscuits. As soon as she walked into the room, she started passing gas. I about threw up, and I got fucking pissed. I’m still retching. Beelzebub on a bike, show a little fucking restraint and self-discipline, woman! Ass gas around food? GROSS.

Jazz, you are a good son. I get really tired of driving across town to change channels on the remote, when my SiL and her worthless kids live less than a mile away. I haven’t called my Mom for Mother’s Day. All 5 of her BFs kids have that covered. I’m still bitter.

I’ve been a dick lately, oso. I don’t ask much, but I need to be treated with a modicum of courtesy. Between mouth/bodily noises and nose-blowing at the meal table, getting farted on or around CONSTANTLY, and being subjected to assorted other social indignities, I’ve been pretty sullen lately. I don’t wanna be a jerk, but, dang, I’m being pummeled with disgusting here.

What really pisses me off about the gas is that the last time I had her at the doctor’s office, I told the doctor she needs something to help with her gas problem, and she totally denied she’s got a problem, so she got nothing. This could have been addressed already with just a little bit of cooperation.

I just decided this minute: I’mma start lacing her food with Beano. I can’t take this anymore.

My Tia was a walking motorboat. My great grammo and My Tio Fred couldn’t hear. We all could smell. I have funny stories. Every one was deaf. Tio Fred was the only one that spoke English. Dan is 6’4″. My grammo Isabel was convinced I brought the “Sky inside”

A few years back, I was making fun of Anglos and their buying bathing accessories for their kids. Made a whole “Sink Baby” thing. Now, the girls that worked for me at the time, post their babies pics in kitchen sinks. Just for me.

Yah, Ma passes gas with every minor exertion as well as doing indiscriminate strafings, and she has no shame whatsoever – at least with regard to ME. She’d be mortified if she were caught ripping one off in public. Yet, she’s got no sense of modesty when it comes to me. :-(

OK.. gotta go see the eye doc in Austin tomorrow for a follow up (that long story was both surgeons here in town were gone for a week and it couldn’t wait so I saw this other doc down south and I’m still under his care).

Dan and his two contemporaries that got their positions are ready to step down. 40 cents more an hour isn’t enough. Sam’s Club is delusional. Too many Target Execs in the mix. Sam Walton is spinning like a top.

you
you know that i try
try to tell you the derp
oh baby don’t make me lie
you should be picking me up
instead you’re dragging me down
now i’m missing you more
cause baby you’re not around
now that you’re not around

Osita, what do you consider Buffett’s best song? “Come Monday” is Mr. RFH’s and my song. The radio stations here are so stupid – the guy has more than 20 albums, and all they play are “Margaritaville” and “Cheeseburger in Paradise.”

Volcano!
Fins!
Has he ever done a cover song?
Wait Come Monday was a cover, did his career die? Nope.
Cover theory is more like cover suggestion. I noticed Wiser did not comment on Sammy Hagar last night